(G) This last week I have been relentless, focused and on task every step of the way. I haven’t let life get in the way even one time. I would be proud if I were talking about my training but instead I am referring to my post-ultra eating prowess. It’s something of a force all on its own. By Thursday the eating frenzy had slowed but that’s just because I’d eaten all the food. Thankfully on Friday all had returned to normal. Now in the interest of full disclosure, normal eating is still likely more than most people consume.
It took four days of rest but Thursday I finally returned to some very light exercise and Friday was my first run of the week. Swaggy and I went out for 5 miles and my calves were not all that jazzed about the venture. But it was good way to ease back in.
Then I went out on Saturday with the plan to do 8-10 miles. It was absolute misery from start to finish. Let’s begin with the weather. It was forecast as 63 and sunny. The wind was howling, there was no sun and it certainly was not 63. So already a little disappointment. Then I attempted to move this body. We all know that the first mile of a run is the toughest. Saturday was like the first mile over and over and over again. Finally at mile 7 I threw in the towel and walked in the last 1.5 miles. I gave it up on Sunday and decided to start fresh on Monday with what else… speed work. That’s always a recipe for for anything other than what feels like success. But the wheels are now glued back on. I used Gorilla Glue so I am sure that will help. And good thing because the night run is going to rear its ugly head again this Friday. So you definitely want to stay tuned next week for that.
All of that stellar training brings me to running tights. They are becoming the bane of my existence. I am not sure what the issue is but regardless of the style, size, brand, when I start running the waist band starts to drop. Lower… and Lower… and Yikes! I have to pull them back up. I mean is my muffin top that powerful that it’s pushing my clothes off? If that’s the case my MT (you know, muffin top) has some unbelievable skill. If only it could manifest into running faster or something. I have a feeling that the two pairs of tights I’ve purchased in the last few months are going to go live with Lowi. She has a house full of girls, somebody should be able to wear them without incident, right?
(L) Keep your running tights, “ain’t nobody got time for droopy drawers!” And let me say if her supposed MT is the problem…I don’t have a chance. So, my Body For Life Challenge got underway as I reported last week. Let me just say it has not disappointed me in the muscle soreness department. As predicted I was so sore by Saturday that I had to lie down and take a nap. I couldn’t decipher if I was coming down with the flu or if in fact my muscles were just rebelling against the workouts. However, I did survive the first full week and I am on week 2. I could have done better in the eating department this weekend. Throw in a Garth Brooks concert and some late night eating and let’s just say I may have indulged more than my one free day that is allowed. I did get right back on track though and began my day with egg whites and I upped all of my weights this week.
My arms are shaking as I type this in fact. I also was able to get an extra 3 miles in most of the days last week, which was more than the plan calls for. Of course, that may have hurt me in the long run as I was feeling all superior as I headed into the weekend. As I reflected on the week what I realized is that I really like a regimented workout and eating plan. I don’t want to guess about it I want someone to spell it all out for me. Except for that free day…I have that mastered. Anyway, it feels good to have a plan and a goal even if it doesn’t include running 50 miles with some of my favorite people on May 2nd. And I think I will be able to move past the disappointment especially when G sends me photos of her blisters and black and blue toenails.
Sunshine & Sarcasm,
Lowi & G
The Torture Report began in January 2014 as a weekly update of our journey to completing a 50-mile race. Since then it’s continued on to become a chronicle of how we try mightily to find fitness, health and sometimes the finish line. We aren’t always successful but we keep showing up and telling you all about it on Tuesdays.